Life’s a joke…. | Poem

How do I tell, if my life is a story or a joke

They both start off the same yet their endings differ

This question wakes me from slumbers with hope

Simultaneously the sedative that drives me to slumber bitter

Born from the fall to be tossed into winter's cold

Spring and summer cascades to two fates aligned by stars

The happening of serenity protects me with this child I hold

It is a light called worthy, once let go I am returned to my place in the dark

Stories in visual I play my role, reenacting emotions I call my own

As if through their rehearsed expressions I can find some strength

Halting the stage I remember the face and voice of a man in stone

Water embroils the cracks on the surface, to the roots of conscious strain

Pain, is all the rose knows to claim to, damnation and salvation is the conflict

What am I to do, with every choice made I lose

Bane seems fitting of my current state of occurrence, high risk

If you really knew who I am under this mask of grim, who would you choose?

Poe poe negro me, for all I have is the riches of this world

Yet black is the soul, dead is the face, and wooden is my goals

Sacrifice, much more is needed of me to see my roads curve

I stand in the unknown, alone, with a name not known, afraid of thy toll

Reserved for what I deserve

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Life’s a joke…. by SoL

Performance was STAYonLIT

Lyrics were Composed in SoL

Published via Embold with SoL

Written on Thursday, August 24, 2017

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MESSAGE FROM THE ARTIST:

This Artistic Piece of Literature is the Sole

Intellectual Property of The Original Author &

Copyright Owner by name of Steven O. Lynn

bka SoL aka Mista STAYonLIT; All Rights Reserved.